wind chimes in early morning breeze the sizzle of shadows from the blazing sun kisses my skin all sticky from sweat and heat i twitch the whites of my eyes are painted with tears take a step and jump plunge myself into the blue and bathe in the grey afternoon clouds til i wait for the sunset.
Echo of sobs in the halls Instead of eyes two waterfalls Empty room and empty heart Lonely actor of multiple parts Cold embrace of midnight air Wicked Night does not play fair Next to the bed a mountain of tissues Wet and salty from all your issues
I am the sky, a wide expanse above you. I am the ocean, I whisk you away and dangers lie within. I am the iris, I'm hope, and wisdom, and my courage is waning but it's there. I am comfort. I am worth it. I am blue, but not the blue you're used to. I am not sadness. I am not misery. I am not unfriendliness. I am blue, but you're not ready for this blue.
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, Eugene Osowski wants a new poem and a new poem it is:)
not the best lens emitted such light delicate weathers upon previous sights in a dived listening exile the carry of the Earth in a swift's mile in the blink the week's blur and the paint's sink raging on red sunsets raging on yellow's pale sulfur the dreams let the twirl of winds on the worlds of the flipped like in every sky the one of the days that the one of the nights fogs in a hurry what's grey is the face of worry never know if you don't see for yourself that the clouds above this roof are the same above that shelf not always a purple fairytale August slipped away a coat in the cruelest detail haven't even begun them storms the already seen is a scare out of the norm peace to heart yet my mind awoke in fear from each start these bugging times are the times of memory loss in a hellish crime the one sun the one full moon how stars shine mystically reaching future's soon and me in here as shown tracing a map of the intuition's unknown delusion maybe a disguised mood before the ultimate confusion the one month of picking up pieces the dark is long so sleepless to the hope decreases yet I do know that the same will return in ease and flow been recalling that for the last two years in a row the outer skies now a reason to fly
I lost my voice I was use on crying silently Having a breakdown in my room Full of darkness Without them knowing Alone, hyperventilating As tears fall from sadness Empty, I am I tried to shout But my voice wouldn't come out I heard nothing But just silence And me, sobbing I lost my voice